Chapter 13 Argyria

• The man lay doubled over, in the fetal position, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut on the bed. Tears stained the pillow under his head, and he gripped the edge of the mattress for dear life, the sheets bunched up within his clawed fingers. On the right side of his abdomen, blue discolouration spread from underneath a square bandage taped to his skin, engorged blue veins spreading out like vine like tendrils in the soil of a flower pot.
• Eliza had never seen a wolf afffected by silver allergy before. She wished there was something else she could do other than wipe the sweat off his brow, but was assured by Lucas that the silver chelating agent he had bought would help relieve the gamma's suffering soon enough.
• "He'll be fine," Lucas said, putting away the syringe after administering the medicine. "I'm surprised he doesn't have it worse than this."